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SFDom restrains SigmaOne in a Mr S leather straitjacket (pictured above), then places him on an antique optometry chair and administers CBT. A happy ending ensues.
See a VIDEO at Serious Male Bondage
Title of this video: THE KINK.COM OPTOMETRY CHAIR TEST
Note: Straitjackets like the one shown are available from Mr S
Ian hot, sexy, young, fit and well built. Wearing nothing but a tiny jock, he now faces into the concrete dungeon, back against the wall, spread-eagled. His broad, hairless chest and lean stomach are covered with lash marks and bruises. Clearly, he has been repeatedly whipped and beaten. The muscular guy in the hoodie, Jared, won’t look him in the face as he rubs Ian’s cock through the jock then pulls it out. Ian moans in pain and shame, his hard cock twitching, poking out from the jock. He knows he is a fuck toy for a sadist, but he has no idea what will happen next. Then a short bullwhip strikes his chest. He screams and gasps in pain. The lashing continues. The contrast between his naked vulnerability and intense suffering and Jared’s robotic coldness and total control is a fantasy come true.
See the video at Dream Boy Bondage
Title of this video:
IAN – Sexual Servitude – Chapter 3
By Robmacz
Shortly after leaving Tom at the Penitentiary, Chris had driven 10 or 15 miles down the road, where he found a post office sitting forlornly on the main street of a tiny rural town. He jumped out and put the envelope containing the four choices and addressed to Tom at the prison into the box by the car park. Chris breathed a sigh. There was no way back from this now. His fate was in the hands of Tom. In eight months time he would either be a free man or he would be walking through the gates of the prison he had just left. However much he thought about it, he didn’t know which option Tom would choose. He didn’t think he would choose option A, unless of course he had hooked up with someone inside. But any of the other three options was possible.
Chris had already decided that while he waited to find out his fate he would try to live his life as normal. The only stipulation that his special friend had made was that he should not be away from home for more than a few days, as he would need to keep an eye on his mail, because any order to report would give him no more than two weeks notice.
By Kinkytwinkboy
I must have dozed off at some point, because I was awakened by a loud banging on the cage.
“Wake you boy! Time for breakfast. Hope you have settled in and that my boy in the corner there been giving you a warm welcome. He has been here for quite some time and knows he will spend the rest of his life serving me, and so should you,” said the strong deep voice.
He put an empty bowl in the cage, before he opened a can with some kind of food, nothing luxurious for sure, then he unzipped his pants and started pissing in my food?! “Have to make the boy hydrated, you will get used to it.” The food tasted really poor, but I was hungry so I ate it all.
In this vintage scene from My Friends Feet, Lucky gets tickled by his friend Dev while rocking a tight pair of white briefs
See the VIDEO at My Friends Feet
By Robmacz
Six weeks later Tom was sitting on his bunk in the cell he shared with a guy name Mitch. He was waiting to be called to the visitors’ room to meet with Chris. Mitch had already been called down there to meet his wife and boy, on whom he doted. Tom had been incarcerated for only a tiny fraction of the time he had to serve, but he had already gone through a long series of emotions. He arrived at the prison having been chained up for several hours in a plane and then in a van.
As the van pulled up outside the intake area of the prison Thompson leapt out and shook hands with one of the guards. He signed some paperwork and the guard opened the door and ordered Tom out. Thompson and Peel had delivered their package and only followed Tom and the guard inside in order to retrieve the chains that Tom was wearing. As they took them off Tom was ordered to put his hands on his head. Peel and Thompson left immediately, without a word to Tom. They had spent the last six hours with him, but he was a package, not a person.
Tom, having arrived on his own, was processed on his own. He had to strip off and put his clothes in a plastic box that was put in front of him. He was now getting used to this humiliation, but as his dick leapt to attention as he pulled his boxers down he hoped he would be able to control himself and not shoot a load as he had done at the role play jail. For here he knew he would be getting a cavity search.
